Ernest Gladden - Home

Wake up and see how sorry we are
We smell anything but roses
They tell us to never be afraid of who we are
But I'm having trouble
But who they are does not define who we want to be
Ooouuu
A torn bandana drenched in blood
Because our confused hearts chose to run away
A white horse runs in his blood
Just so he can numb the pain
They say there's none like a mother's love
The same love that could tear us apart
She stays out late looking for love
Just so she can numb her heart
And we choose to stay so blind to what we don't wanna see
It's not too late to take us back home
You don't have to be afraid
You don't have to feel alone
But it makes it harder when you blindly take steps with nowhere to go
But you know your way back home
Just take us back home
I can be something
Don't tell me I can't do nothing
Don't turn me away oh
Don't decide my fate no
I can be something
Don't tell me I can't do nothing
Don't turn me away oh
Don't decide my fate no
It's not too late to take us back home
You don't have to be afraid
You don't have to feel alone
But it makes it harder when you blindly take steps with nowhere to go
But you know your way back home
Just take us back home

Written by:
Ernest Gladden

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